Sick to my core
Water in my eyes
No shoulder to cry onQuacking, shaking, shivering
Am I alone
When there is billions ?Too quiet to hear my pain
I'll walk straight
But quack in my heart.
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PoetryDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
Silence
Sick to my core
Water in my eyes
No shoulder to cry onQuacking, shaking, shivering
Am I alone
When there is billions ?Too quiet to hear my pain
I'll walk straight
But quack in my heart.